The Ramayana by Valmiki (ink book reader TXT) 📕

[I have briefly despatched Kumbha and Nikumbha, each of whom has in the text a long Canto to himself. When they fall Rávaṇ sends forth Makaráksha or Crocodile-Eye, the son of Khara who was slain by Ráma in the forest before the abduction of Sítá. The account of his sallying forth, of his battle with Ráma and of his death by the fiery dart of that hero occupies two Cantos which I entirely pass over. Indrajít again comes forth and, rendered invisible by his magic art slays countless Vánars with his unerring arrows. He retires to the city and returns bearing in his chariot an effigy of Sítá, the work of magic, weeping and wailing by his side. He grasps the lovely image by the hair and cuts it down with his scimitar in the sight of the enraged Hanúmán and all the Vánar host. At last after much fighting of the usual kind Indrajít's chariot is broken in pieces, his charioteer is slain, and he himself falls by Lakshmaṇ's hand, to the inexpressible delight of the high-souled saints, the nymphs of heaven and other celestial beings.]

Canto XCIII. Rávan's Lament.

They sought the king, a mournful train,

And cried, “My lord, thy son is slain.

By Lakshmaṇ's hand, before these eyes,

The warrior fell no more to rise.

No time is this for vain regret:

Thy hero son a hero met;

And he whose might in battle pressed

Lord Indra and the Gods confessed,

Whose power was stranger to defeat,

Has gained in heaven a blissful seat.”

The monarch heard the mournful tale:

His heart was faint, his cheek was pale;

His fleeting sense at length regained,

In trembling tones he thus complained:

“Ah me, my son, my pride: the boast

And glory of the giant host.

Could Lakshmaṇ's puny might defeat

The foe whom Indra feared to meet?

Could not thy deadly arrows split

Proud Mandar's peaks, O Indrajít,

And the Destroyer's self destroy?

And wast thou conquered by a boy?

I will not weep: thy noble deed

Has blessed thee with immortal meed

Gained by each hero in the skies

Who fighting for his sovereign dies.

Now, fearless of all meaner foes,

The guardian Gods993 will taste repose:

But earth to me, with hill and plain,

Is desolate, for thou art slain.

Ah, whither hast thou fled, and left

Thy mother, Lanká, me bereft;

Left pride and state and wives behind,

And lordship over all thy kind?

I fondly hoped thy hand should pay

Due honours on my dying day:

And couldst thou, O beloved, flee

And leave thy funeral rites to me?

Life has no comfort left me, none,

O Indrajít my son, my son.”

Thus wailed he broken by his woes:

But swift the thought of vengeance rose.

In awful wrath his teeth he gnashed,

And from his eyes red lightning flashed.

Hot from his mouth came fire and smoke,

As thus the king in fury spoke:

“Through many a thousand years of yore

The penance and the pain I bore,

And by fierce torment well sustained

The highest grace of Brahmá gained,

His plighted word my life assured,

From Gods of heaven and fiends secured.

He armed my limbs with burnished mail

Whose lustre turns the sunbeams pale,

In battle proof gainst heavenly bands

With thunder in their threatening hands.

Armed in this mail myself will go

With Brahmá's gift my deadly bow,

And, cleaving through the foes my way,

The slayers of my son will slay.”

Then, by his grief to frenzy wrought,

The captive in the grove he sought.

Swift through the shady path he sped:

Earth trembled at his furious tread.

Fierce were his eyes: his monstrous hand

Held drawn for death his glittering brand. [pg 486]

There weeping stood the Maithil dame:

She shuddered as the giant came.

Near drew the rover of the night

And raised his sword in act to smite;

But, by his nobler heart impelled,

One Rákshas lord his arm withheld:

“Wilt thou, great Monarch,” thus he cried,

“Wilt thou, to heavenly Gods allied,

Blot for all time thy glorious fame,

The slayer of a gentle dame?

What! shall a woman's blood be spilt

To stain thee with eternal guilt,

Thee deep in all the Veda's lore?

Far be the thought for evermore.

Ah look, and let her lovely face

This fury from thy bosom chase.”

He ceased: the prudent counsel pleased

The monarch, and his wrath appeased;

Then to his council hall in haste

The giant lord his steps retraced.

[I omit two Cantos in the first of which Ráma with an enchanted Gandharva weapon deals destruction among the Rákshases sent out by Rávaṇ, and in the second the Rákshas dames lament the slain and mourn over the madness of Rávaṇ.]

Canto XCVI. Rávan's Sally.

The groans and cries of dames who wailed

The ears of Lanká's lord assailed,

For from each house and home was sent

The voice of weeping and lament.

In troubled thought his head he bowed,

Then fiercely loosing on the crowd

Of nobles near his throne he broke

The silence, and in fury spoke:

“This day my deadly shafts shall fly,

And Raghu's sons shall surely die.

This day shall countless Vánars bleed

And dogs and kites and vultures feed.

Go, bid them swift my car prepare,

Bring the great bow I long to bear:

And let my host with sword and shield

And spear be ready for the field.”

From street to street the captains passed

And Rákshas warriors gathered fast.

With spear and sword to pierce and strike,

And axe and club and mace and pike.

[I omit several weapons for which I cannot find distinctive names, and among them the Sataghní or Centicide, supposed by some to be a kind of fire-arms or rocket, but described by a commentator on the Mahábhárata as a stone or cylindrical piece of wood studded with iron spikes.]

Then Rávaṇ's warrior chariot994 wrought

With gold and rich inlay was brought.

Mid tinkling bells and weapons' clang

The monarch on the chariot sprang,

Which, decked with gems of every hue,

Eight steeds of noble lineage drew.

Mid roars of drum and shell rang out

From countless throats a joyful shout.

As, girt with hosts in warlike pride,

Through Lanká's streets the tyrant hied.

Still, louder than the roar of drums,

Went up the cry “He comes, he comes,

Our ever conquering lord who trod

Beneath his feet both fiend and God.”

On to the gate the warriors swept

Where Raghu's sons their station kept.

When Rávaṇ's car the portal passed

The sun in heaven was overcast.

Earth rocked and reeled from side to side

And birds with boding voices cried.

Against the standard of the king

A vulture flapped his horrid wing.

Big gouts of blood before him dropped,

His trembling steeds in terror stopped.

The hue of death was on his cheek,

And scarce his flattering tongue could speak,

When, terrible with flash and flame,

Through murky air a meteor came.

Still by the hand of Death impelled

His onward way the giant held.

The Vánars in the field afar

Heard the loud thunder of his car.

And turned with warriors' fierce delight

To meet the giant in the fight.

He came: his clanging bow he drew

And myriads of the Vánars slew.

Some through the side and heart he cleft,

Some headless on the plain were left.

Some struggling groaned with mangled thighs,

Or broken arms or blinded eyes.

[I omit Cantos XCVII, XCVIII, and XCIX, which describe in the usual

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